The Identity of Rotarypwr345704
Posted: Tue Aug 27, 2013 2:10 pm
I decided to do a little poking around on the internet for fun, to see if I could find out a little more about the user Rotarypwr. He has been a sometimes funny, often annoying, sometimes deeply profound and moving philosopher on this website. This is what I got.
-Name: Sam Douglass
-Was a member at Aiguille Rock Climbing Center in Florida, where they wrote a fun blog post about him! http://aiguilleclimbing.blogspot.com/20 ... uglas.html
After all this, I was able to track down his phone number, gave him a call, and set up an informal interview.
We met at his parents house, which Sam described as his "sweet bachelor pad". He lives in the basement, surrounded by posters of his climbing heroes and a fridge full of hot pockets.
Me: Sam, tell me about yourself. Who is the man behind the digital mask?
Sam: Well, after nursing school I decided to pursue my climbing career full time. Now I pretty much climb every day. I'm getting close to breaking into .12s
Me: That's strange, I don't see you around much at the crag.
Sam: Some days I get so engrossed in online discussions on redriverclimbing.com, I can't tear myself away.
Me: Ah yes, I was wanting to ask you about that. I haven't seen you on there as much lately.
Sam: It's called reading. Top to bottom, left to right. Group words to form sentences. You'll catch on one day. Fucking Idiot.
At this point Sam had a slightly insane look in his eyes, and was visibly shaking. He calmed down pretty soon when I described some of his more humorous posts, apparently pleased that I had remembered them.
Me: So, ah, Sam, sometimes your posts get a little offensive. I mean, they make people want to fight you.
Sam: if you ever decided that you wanted to man up, I'd fucking break your hip.
Me: Whoa, whoa! Not me man, I think you are great. The climbing community really needs your wise commentary on climbing ethics, mixed with deep political commentary and the biting satire.
Sam: +1 bajillion
Sam suddenly slumped over in his chair, dropping a bottle of cheap red wine I hadn't noticed before. I poked him a few times, but he only woke up when I said "New Post in the Sport Forum". He jerked awake and involuntarily opened his laptop. When he saw that the last post was a few days old, a look of dejection and utter despair entered his eyes.
Me: Sam, I think it might be time for me to go. One last question. What is your favorite climbing style?
Sam: Honestly, who gives a shit? And even if you do give a shit about it, how can you say anything when you sport climb? Or climb anything with bolted anchors or use cams or nuts that deface the rock. Let's all just admit that we're all hypocrites and we all suck at life? There's nothing to discuss. If you get your jollies off by sport climbing rather than "trad" climbing or "chipping" rather than not chipping what does it matter? At the end of your life you will have taken more than you have given. So if you want to take a bit more, so be it.
With that depressingly inspiring soliloquy, I knew the interview was over. As Sam clicked "Refresh" on the forum page open on his laptop, I showed myself to the door.
The End.
-Name: Sam Douglass
-Was a member at Aiguille Rock Climbing Center in Florida, where they wrote a fun blog post about him! http://aiguilleclimbing.blogspot.com/20 ... uglas.html
After all this, I was able to track down his phone number, gave him a call, and set up an informal interview.
We met at his parents house, which Sam described as his "sweet bachelor pad". He lives in the basement, surrounded by posters of his climbing heroes and a fridge full of hot pockets.
Me: Sam, tell me about yourself. Who is the man behind the digital mask?
Sam: Well, after nursing school I decided to pursue my climbing career full time. Now I pretty much climb every day. I'm getting close to breaking into .12s
Me: That's strange, I don't see you around much at the crag.
Sam: Some days I get so engrossed in online discussions on redriverclimbing.com, I can't tear myself away.
Me: Ah yes, I was wanting to ask you about that. I haven't seen you on there as much lately.
Sam: It's called reading. Top to bottom, left to right. Group words to form sentences. You'll catch on one day. Fucking Idiot.
At this point Sam had a slightly insane look in his eyes, and was visibly shaking. He calmed down pretty soon when I described some of his more humorous posts, apparently pleased that I had remembered them.
Me: So, ah, Sam, sometimes your posts get a little offensive. I mean, they make people want to fight you.
Sam: if you ever decided that you wanted to man up, I'd fucking break your hip.
Me: Whoa, whoa! Not me man, I think you are great. The climbing community really needs your wise commentary on climbing ethics, mixed with deep political commentary and the biting satire.
Sam: +1 bajillion
Sam suddenly slumped over in his chair, dropping a bottle of cheap red wine I hadn't noticed before. I poked him a few times, but he only woke up when I said "New Post in the Sport Forum". He jerked awake and involuntarily opened his laptop. When he saw that the last post was a few days old, a look of dejection and utter despair entered his eyes.
Me: Sam, I think it might be time for me to go. One last question. What is your favorite climbing style?
Sam: Honestly, who gives a shit? And even if you do give a shit about it, how can you say anything when you sport climb? Or climb anything with bolted anchors or use cams or nuts that deface the rock. Let's all just admit that we're all hypocrites and we all suck at life? There's nothing to discuss. If you get your jollies off by sport climbing rather than "trad" climbing or "chipping" rather than not chipping what does it matter? At the end of your life you will have taken more than you have given. So if you want to take a bit more, so be it.
With that depressingly inspiring soliloquy, I knew the interview was over. As Sam clicked "Refresh" on the forum page open on his laptop, I showed myself to the door.
The End.
